Choose to burn. Choose dust storms, infinite skies and low light pollution. Choose low signal and wilderness. Choose fire, rhythm, and thundering silence. Choose hugging a stranger and meaning it, because in that moment they are a mirror. Choose building something beautiful that no one will buy. Choose dancing like the world is ending—because in a way, it is. Choose diving into the miniature experiment. Choose to be principled, because when we lose principles, we invite chaos. Emptiness is not a void. It is clarity. It is the origin of all things. Purity control. Choose leaving no trace but lingering ghost of a memory, half-remembered and wholly sacred. Choose criticism against the scripted content and influencers. Marketing is just a well curated simulacrum - clever, gleaming, and profoundly hollow. Choose not to save what is dying but build something that never needed saving. Choose to disappear with shadows rippling at the speed of light, bending space like melted mirrors, an electron has no orbit, my heart bursts like a rocket, I see beams of light, waves rolling through green wheat fields, gaze into the abyss with kaleidoscopic eyes, I see crystal peaks with blue edges, ice is forming on the tips of my wings, childhood memories are a railway, breathe in the holy scent of rain-soaked streets, i see the grid and run beyond the horizon, morning bliss, clouds turn into creatures when spring arrives, the wind dances through your fluttering hair, pass the replicant test, Niels Bohr meets Max Planck, glycerol trinitrate messes with sawdust, Stravinsky - Stockhausen, U-235 meets n0, Kooning - Pollock, ovum – gamete, power versus matter, dash, space, topology, omission, gap, interval, ellipsis, zero, emptiness, silence, Korolev meets Von Braun, I push my fists into the pain to split it, asleep in Armageddon, hear distant echos, your wild curls blow my mind, tell me when you finish Ulysses, again and again and again…

Choose awakening and humility. Choose to burn it all - every filter, every follower count, every lie you wrapped yourself in to feel loved.

No brands

No borders

No comfort

No past

No future

I'll stay in silence

at the edge of the emptiness

Choosing nowness

Choosing to burn

I will be enough

We a temporary homestead in the vast emptiness of Barsakelmes, Karakalpakstan.

Created by Stihia electronic music festival, it’s not a festival - it’s a community, a creative uprising, art station and a gift-based society.

There are no spectators here - only participants, builders, dreamers, and wanderers.

Download our ART OPEN CALL guide here

YONAR

11-13 SEP 2025

Barsakelmes

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